Hurriedly I try to cover myself up. This is more difficult than I anticipate as my right arm is numb from pain and loss of blood, so will not cooperate with the instructions my brain is giving. I have to be content with dragging a blanket off the bed and putting it over my body, but it will not be much if the figure intends to harm me. I shudder, and the movement sends pain in shockwaves down my arm. I will not do that again.

The figure outside curses, and jiggles the lock pick expertly, obviously having trouble. There is a loud click, and the door opens.

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